I Am the God of Games

The Chang'er tribe is located in a reef area not far from the dark tide seashore. The terrain is high, facing the sea, and there are few flowers in spring. It can almost be said to be a sea view room per capita.

But that's not a good thing.

Reef cliffs with a vertical height of more than 20 meters above sea level do not guarantee the safety of the tribe.

Natural disasters and tsunamis aside, the extremely close distance means that even some sea beasts and monsters that can temporarily leave the sea have a chance to attack them. It is not difficult for sea beasts with suction cups.

Tribal chiefs with normal IQ would not choose to station their villages here.

The chief of the Long-eared tribe is not an idiot, and it was also a decision he made out of desperation to let the tribesmen stay here.

The rest of the Fairlin Plains have either been occupied by other Inhumans, or they have been designated as their hunting grounds, but the long-eared tribe belongs to a very weak tribe in the entire Inhumans - not referring to the small number of young adults. That kind of weak, but the body of their own clan is not strong, and there is no special ability on the bright side-no strength to compete with other Inhumans for living space.

Therefore, the people of the long-eared tribe are naturally crowded by others, and finally they can only choose to live in such a remote and dangerous place.

"Chief, you can't go on like this. In just one month, three people have died because of rushing to the sea!" A middle-aged man with gray rabbit ears said dissatisfiedly: "Don't say that it is to give birth to children to supplement the population, even if it is Now those children don't have enough food, and it's hard to say whether they can live to adulthood! If this continues, I am afraid that within a few years, the long-eared tribe will perish!"

"Rongka, don't worry, this situation is only temporary, I will definitely find a way to let the clansmen live in peace, you must believe me!"

The other rabbit man who was talking to the middle-aged man with gray rabbit ears was the chief of the long-eared tribe. His appearance was similar to Rongka, but he was a little older. Yan was so high that he didn't even look like a rabbit, and he was leaning on a long ancient yellow scepter in his big calloused hands.

It represents the identity of the chief of the Rabbit tribe. Legend has it that it was created by the first magic plant 'Amarante Hollow Bamboo' planted by the first-generation Rabbit tribe chief in his hometown.

By the way, although this thing sounds great, there is nothing special about it, it is just a simple status symbol.

The patriarch of the long-eared clan had an undisguised look of tiredness on his face, apparently he hadn't had a good night's sleep for a long time.

But there was no despair in his eyes, and he still said very firmly: "Just be patient a little more..."

"Big brother! If we continue like this, let's put it aside. Ordinary clansmen will never be able to bear it!" Rongka looked at the chief, but he finally gritted his teeth and said what was in his heart.

"Are we really not surrendering to the Grey Claw Tribe? Although the Long-eared tribe does not have any fighting power, it is after all one of the three oldest inhuman races... As long as we soften up, even in the face of our ancestors, they will Will you stand up for us? Even if you can't get the original land back, as long as you can leave this ghost place and settle down in a more fertile land!"

"Rongka, I know that you have this idea because you are worried about the clansmen. I can forgive you this time, but don't mention it again."

The Rabbit Chief, Rongka's biological brother, said in a rare and stern tone: "The Gray Claws have gone bad! We can't mix with them, let alone bow down to them! The level of slavery, but at least it can't surrender to the kind of people who have betrayed the glory of their ancestors!"

"Betraying the glory of our ancestors? Big brother, you mean..."

Seeing the meaningful gaze in the other's eyes, Rongka immediately seemed to understand something, showing an unbelievable expression.

But before he could say it, a gloomy and fierce voice came from not far behind them.

"What bullshit ancestor glory! It seems that the boss of the knife tail is right, you long-eared people, even if you are driven to such a place, you will not be honest!"

The two long-eared bunnymen didn't notice anyone approaching at all, and they turned around in shock. They saw a place not far behind them, less than 300 meters away from the long-eared tribe. Two figures appeared.

One is that there is almost no difference between the appearance and the werewolf depicted in the knight novel, just an Inhuman with bright red mane from the top of the head all the way down the spine to the base of the tail.

Rongka knows this guy, he is the head of the most famous werewolf among the insidious and cunning gray werewolves, the blood claw Netherlands!

That sentence just now should be what he said.

The other one has a height that is far beyond ordinary people, nearly 3 meters tall, and has a tiger-like head that obviously has no expression, but the indifferent eyes alone make the long-eared people feel extremely depressed and fearful. If you look closely, you can find that his two huge canine teeth have exceeded the limit that the upper and lower lips can accommodate, protruding from the outer edge of the lower jaw like a short knife, adding a bit of vicious feeling.

Although Rongka had never seen the other party, the moment he saw the other party, he thought of the recent rumors on the Fairlin Plain that there were tiger warriors with ancient saber-tooth blood from the mountain tiger clan.

"This is the hunting ground of the Long-Eared Clan!" Even though his face was pale, the Chief of the Long-Eared Clan still stared at the pressure these two put on himself, and faced them and asked, "What's the matter with you here?"

"Hmph, it's quite fierce, but that's all..."

Bloodclaw Nedland licked his sharp claws and glanced at his companions, his eyes full of fear: "Is it you or me?"

"Come on, I'm not interested in bullying the weak." The tiger warrior said lightly.

So Netherland let out a shrill laugh and rushed towards the Rabbit Chief: "By the order of the King Knife Tail, I will take your life! If you want to blame it, you can blame yourself for being so weak and so unsightly!"

His claws were sharper than sharp knives, and his crimson nails waved like a splash of blood, so he got the title of blood claws.

However, in his opinion, the incomparably weak Rabbit Chief was wielding a slender bamboo pole. With his dexterous and bizarre movements, he fought back and forth with him with far less strength than his own, even with his own arms and body. Several blue-red marks were drawn out by the bamboo poles on both his face and his face, and it was painful, but his claws didn't even touch the edge of the other's clothes!

This guy was unexpectedly strong, and he was deceived by his bamboo-like appearance!

"Damn it!" Just when Netherland fell into a rage and wanted to fight the other party to the death, he was punched far away by his companion.

"Stop, you are not this guy's opponent."

The tiger man warrior finally came to the interest and looked at the rabbit man chief with interest: "You are very good, are you coming to be my subordinate? I can let Mr. Knife Tail kindly let you go."

"Sorry, I refuse." The Rabbit Chief said without hesitation.

"That's such a pity." After the tiger man warrior finished speaking, he opened his stance and hammered directly at the rabbit man chief.

Unlike Bloodclaw Netherland's ruthless and rapid attack, the tiger man is completely forceful, with almost no tricks.

What is even more terrifying is that the bulging muscles not only make his every move full of power, but even bring him unparalleled explosive power-his attack movements are very unsmooth, and there is almost no 'battery' or 'pursuit'. Such skills, but every movement is as fast and powerful as an explosion!

After dodging several times in a row and being forced into the corner, even if the Rabbit Chief tried to block with all his strength, he was still smashed into the air by the opponent, and unlike hammering the Netherlands, this blow directly shattered his entire body for more than five years. One part of the bone, without the treatment of witch doctors and herbs, is basically equivalent to death.

"Big brother!" Rongka picked up the bunny chief who fell on the ground and vomited blood, and called out sadly, "How are you?"

"Using martial arts... to bring smiles to the clan..." After the Rabbit Chief gave his scepter to Rongka with all his strength, he stopped breathing in the other's arms.

"So what are you going to do," the tiger man asked indifferently, looking at Rongka with a distorted expression, "the promise just now is still valid, are you going to inherit that guy's legacy, or are you loyal to me?"

Holding the scepter in his hand, Rongka was silent for a long time, and finally burst into a shrill laughter.

"In that case, there is only one choice!" He stood up, broke the scepter on his knee, and said to the tiger man, "That is to swear allegiance to you!"

"Hahaha!" The tiger man laughed: "It seems that you rabbit people are also a little interesting, it's really interesting! I have changed my mind and will not destroy your race!!"

Rongka leaned down slightly, like a loyal courtier waiting for a reward, waiting for the other party's words.

"From now on, you are the new chief of the rabbit people!" The tiger people did not hesitate to promise him the position of chief.

Seeing that this farce was about to end, suddenly a voice came from the fork in the dark tide seashore not far away.

"The guy at the tail of the knife? You really like this kind of drama of brothers fighting against the wall. Is it because of the bad taste of the tail of the knife?"

"What?" The tiger man turned his head and looked in that direction, then his pupils dilated slightly.

The orthodox heir of the Grey Claw Tribe, who had died in the mouth of the knife's tail, Mane Eye Grey Claw, was slowly walking towards them on that road: "I just wanted to rest with the Long-Eared Clan for the future trip. To prepare, it now seems that believers of the God of Games, players will use you to sacrifice the flag in their first battle in the Western Continent."